It is days like today, when sunrise is a crest of light washing upon my shore, and the moon burns brightly in the pink haze of western clouds hanging so precariously above the snowy mountains that I feel the most myself. When all seems balanced in that crystalline moment of rising and setting, and the snow glitters with a thousand secret whispers. When the light that fills the cracks of despair softly floods my face with the sweet warmth of now such that I can only think one thought...joy. And all the spaces others inhabit in me melt into the oblivion of golden dawn, into the reflections of moon tossed thoughts, and I am alone, regardless of those around me, reveling in this moment of solitude...of perfect me-ness.